The Night Hunter

by Tanya Wagner

He stands there tall and proud
With hair as dark as the night he roams in
Skin as pale as the moon that watches over him
And eye’s as red as the crimson wine he drinks
He looks down at his helpless prey
He smiles a smile made only for the demon he is
The prey begs for mercy
The hunter laughs an evil laugh
The prey turns as white as a ghost
The hunter moves in
His prey tries to run
But the hunter is too quick for him
With movements like a cat he traps his prey again
He moves in again
This time the prey yells
He is soon quieted by the hunter
Who swoops down on him like a hawk
He drinks the crimson wine offered from the prey
When done he stands and walks away from the now lifeless prey
Still with that demonic smile on his face.